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Post by phil on Aug 20, 2014 2:09:32 GMT
Just breathe dammit...
"Dimitri! knock it off!"
The mercanary made an exasperated grunting sound as his pokemon kept on hopping to either of his shoulders. The bird pokemon was still big enough to cause a decent mis-balance for the merc who wasn't exactly prepared to handle such a childish action from what he had intially grasped as a mature pokemon. The ice bird let out a hearty call of it's name sake before making the merc once more stumble by switching to his other shoulder as he made a general swat with his non mechanical arm. The bird pokemon responded in kind by hopping onto the outstretched mechanical limb that was reaching ther other way. As though coming into contact with the metal the bird paused and gave another call of it's namesake. It gave it's owner what amounted to a sneering grin but it seeemed as though it was going to stay put on the arm for the time being. Phil gained his balance back and flipped up his hood which during the joking moments of the Articuno's little game had fallen down. The merc sighed softly and held his arm in a way he had seen most flying trainers hold their pokemon. It felt weird because his arm was metal and his shoulder wasn't exactly known for being 100% as flexable as flesh and blood.
What am I going to do with you?
Articuno!
The answer made it abundantly clear that the merc would have to put up with some of the shinanigans of Dimitri in order to get to know him better. He hadn't gotten the chance to spend as much time as he had liked with the bird. Mostly being stuck doing paperwork for his new place; the damn apartment only allowed ground based pokemon so he had to fill out a mountain of requests so that Dimitri could be made a special case. The ice bird's glowing bit's reflected oddly off the scenery. Even more so because of the time of night it was; if phil deigned to tilt his head back to look at the sky he could of seen a crescent moon with a swath of stars that were not bothered by the light of the city. But instead his vision was focused elswhere. It was on one of his three partners, The other two he had left in the house. Sunny and sarge were both day time pokemon for the most part. They liked sleeping during proper hours. While Dimitri enjoyed sleeping during the day and being out when it was coolest. The bird in question cocked it's head to one side and looked off towards where the lake in the park lay. It enjoyed staring at water from what phil could tell, but never liked flying over it. For some reason the bloody thing would freak out and clutch to him in the manner of a small child.
There's a bench there you know. We can sit.
Articuno...
The response was rather quieter than what phil was intially expecting. Compared to sarge and sunny Dimitri was much more vocal. Save when it came down to food, the other two were noisy when eating and dimitri was silent. He felt a grin tug underneath his mask and he started to trot over to the bench. Dimitri shifted awkwardly on his arm, even going so far as putting a foot on his shoulder. The shift in wait made the merc stumble again causing a brief curse to slip his lips. His left hand gripped the bench as he slowly started to sit down the bird pokemon's tail billowing over the top of the bench and touching the ground. Phil noted that when he came in contact with some things they got what would look like a thin sheet of frost. Though his mechanical arm didn't seem to share this quality. He sighed through his mask causing the filters to wheeze, the sound made Dimitri hop down off of phil's arm and onto the bench where the merc could let his limb fall "limp".
Normally I'd be sleeping too, but we haven't exactly spent a lot of time together you know?
The wheezing in his mask escalated when he talked; it was a side effect of wearing it. but it was damn worth it. If anyone had a short length radio they could hear what he was saying easily, or if they had one of those general radio's they could also hear him. To less of a degree though. Dimitri stretched his wings before making a quiet exclamation of his name; his eyes looking to and fro. The water was calming from a distance phil figured...
֍ CREDIT: By Requiem of Remoor! |
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Post by nocturnal on Aug 20, 2014 3:02:21 GMT
HEY YOUNG BLOOD DOESN'T IT FEEL LIKE TIME IS RUNNING OUT? Night was lonely. This is what Aranya had decided a long, long time ago. Laying out in a rather simple park, the Gijinka felt the familiar sensation of dew forming around her, the blades of grass that tickled her back bristling as the minuscule water droplets coated them. The night sky was bursting with brilliant lights, twinkling stars winking at her. Mockingly, Aranya thought. They were mocking her, teasing the Ariados over how she was all alone when the sun set and the moon took over, the only person that never slept. She was tired, oh how she was tired, but no matter how hard she tried- and she tried so hard- the girl couldn't close her eyes for more than a few seconds without his face painting itself on the canvas of her mind. His smile, as eternal as the galaxy itself. His frown, the one where the space in between his eyebrows would crinkle ever so slightly. His pout, the one that with the eyes that put a Lilipup's to shame. His beaten body as it was dragged away from her, both of them struggling to get away. To get to each other. It hurt to think of Sundan, the only person she has ever, and will ever, truly and utterly love. After all these years, Aranya could say with a blatant certainty that it was love she felt back then. All consuming, the desire to be with him taking priority over anything else in her life. He was her soul. Her heart. And now he's gone. 'Yeah...' she thought as she gazed up at the blinding crescent moon, her mind's voice sounding exhausted, even to her, 'it's pretty lonely.'
Sighing, the Gijinka sat up, her shirt going back down to cover her scarred and splotched midsection. No. This wouldn't do. Sundan was weak. That's why he had allowed the scientists to kill him. That's why he lost to her. Scowling, Aranya ignored the small voice in the back of her head telling her that she was weak too, for letting it happen. For making his death affect her so much, even now. Even with all the lives she has taken since then, and as good as it felt to do it, it still wasn't enough. She needed more. It lifted a weight when she felt the life of another slip through her fingertips, out of their body. It made her feel lighter, toothpicks chipping away the boulder of grief that was crushing her every waking moment. Still, it felt better and sitting around doing nothing but think of him didn't help at all. She really hated the night.
Stretching for a moment, she curled one of her back appendages towards the front, grabbing a length of silky smooth thread and plucking it from the tip. Tying it into a simple circle, she hung it on her fingers as she walked, doing simple finger string tricks. Warming up as she strolled, simple ones flew by as her fingers weaved in and out of the thread. Butterfly, Witches Broom, Palm Tree, Janitors Keys, Tea Cup, Eiffel Tower. Faster and faster she went through the motions until her fingers started to blur, her insane focus tuning everything out except for the string and her hands. Twin Stars. Jacobs Ladder. Cheating the Hangman. The Rabbit. Three Sunfish. The Frog. Little Fishes. Storm Clouds. Her personal favorite, The Dancing Headless Pig. It distracted her from the pain, made the ache go away the faster and more complicated the String Figures became. Though nothing could prepare her for what would happen next.
Running into a tree. Gasping as she fell down on her butt, rather hard, she rolled so that she laid on her stomach on the grass for a moment, dazed and confused. The oh so intelligent "... Huh?" escaped her mouth as she blinked harshly in shock. Groaning a bit, her circle of now tangled string forgotten on the earth beside her as she brushed off her clothes. Well... that was embarrassing. Sighing, Aranya was thankful that no one was awake. That would have been humiliating-
... Looking up from the ground, she saw him. A man dressed in an unusual (well, that was an understatement. But she wasn't the one to talk about being 'unusual') outfit paired with a gasmask and an... an Articuno. Again, the ever so insightful Aranya was as graceful and elegant with her words as physically possible.
"... Uhhhh..."
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Post by phil on Aug 20, 2014 3:29:50 GMT
Honestly what am I- The hell?
Phil felt himself stiffen when he heard a gasp, followed by something that he couldn't make out. Dimitri was sitting prettily on the bench; his eyes still traveling over the waters. The merc stood up, his breathing causing the mask to wheeze rather aggressively. He felt his eyes widen a little bit when he saw someone laying on the ground; seemingly on their back. His hand drifted to where his fire-arm ussually rested but it wasn't there. Right he had to leave it in the apartment when he wasn't out and about. The merc tensed a little bit and he felt his arm twinge. Not his metal arm or his actual arm. But the arm that was no longer there; the one he lost. It was the weirdest feeling you could ever describe. He was about to say something when her second line caught him once again off guard. His intial thought wasn't what he thought it'd be either. His words shortly following also surprised the merc, he didn't ussually offer to help people without being paid first.
...Uhhhh...
Person. Someone I don't know. Seeing Dimitri. Shit.
Need a hand?
Instead of offering his gloved hand, he offered his mechanical one. It was much bulkier, and if someone decided to do something to it it would affect him much less than when someone tried to mess with his flesh one. He heard Dimitri behind them give a call of his namesake before turning his head this way. The pokemon blinked a few times and shifted uncomfortably; his eyes bored into the new person whom he and his "partner" hadn't seen before. Phil's voice was muffled slightly by the wheezing of the gasmask as well as being "behind" something. He had to say something didn't he? Something that would maybe break the ice or so to speak. A brief thought ran through his head but he discarded it; he didn't want trouble in the city and he didn't want dimitri to hate him. The bloody pokemon adored new people, he wouldn't leave the landlord alone when they came by so...
Oh how I hate people.
I'm Phil. That's Dimitri, You have a name Ms. Uhh?
֍ CREDIT: By Requiem of Remoor! |
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Post by nocturnal on Aug 20, 2014 22:02:33 GMT
HEY YOUNG BLOOD DOESN'T IT FEEL LIKE TIME IS RUNNING OUT? As the man came closer to her, Aranya could just feel the embarrassment rush through her. She. Ran. Into. A. Tree. A tree! How ridiculous was that! Here she was, a trained killer with a thirst for blood, ready to take another's life at the snap of the fingers, a master at traps and espionage, hiding with her webs in plain sight, and she just walked straight into a tree! 'Leedle loo leedle loo, look at me, running into trees. Honestly Aranya! How lame!' she grumbled in her mind, scowling a bit as the masked man stood above her.
"Need a hand?"
Tilting her head at his question, the Gijinka wanted to- oh how she wanted to- rip into him. Feel his life inside of him slip out of his grasp, through her hands and into her own body. Taking people's lives gave her more meaning. 'But,' she thought dryly, a small smile easing its way onto her face, 'I doubt that little bird would enjoy that.' Instead, Aranya merely let out a thankful chuckle, grabbing onto his hand. As she was pulled up, the Ariados could feel that it wasn't a normal, human contact that was yanking her to her feet. Her species tended to have an extremely keen sense of touch. It felt hard. Like a rock, or a wall. A prosthesis? Interesting.
"I'm Phil. That's Dimitri, You have a name Ms. Uhh?"
After dusting herself off, Aranya looked up into the mask's eyes, her head tilted curiously. His voice sounded neutral enough, but behind it... there could definitely be some apprehension and hesitance in the sounds. Either he didn't trust her (which she could understand. She didn't trust him. Who was out at this time of night anyways?! Weirdos and psychopaths, that's who!) or he wasn't a people person. Probably little bit of both. After all, being in a fairly large, underpopulated park at night he was pretty much guaranteed not to run into anyone. Man, today wasn't his lucky day huh?
"Eh, I'm no one special~ Just call me Anna." Giving Phil a warm smile, one that (at least at night) looked natural. Anna was a good name. Close enough to her actual one, but so far away at the same time. It would be perfect for a name for a person you just met, right? Hopefully. "Your mask is pretty cool~" she complimented, her head tilt turning the other way, "And so is your prosthesis. If I didn't touch it, I wouldn't have been able to guess." Giggling slightly, wondering if this would be appropriate for regular people to say. Who knows?
Since when was she 'normal'?
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Post by phil on Aug 21, 2014 1:57:32 GMT
Lighter than what i was expecting..
The masked man felt himself think, his hidden facial features screwing up into a bit of a scowl. He shouldn't be guessing people's weight; specially if that someone was female. They didn't seem to enjoy that when you did it, not that he really cared. He heard the gentle flapping that was associated with dimitri before he felt the weight on his shoulder. It wasn't as overpowering as it was before, he must of been sitting in a more comfortable way. The pokemon made a gentle call of it's name sake before tilting it's head one way to give the "stranger" a look. The soft glowing that was atributed to dimitri lit up the immediate area around phil as well as lighting up "Anna".
Eh, I'm no one special~ Just call me Anna.
Then Anna I shall call you.
The smile followed her introduction and phil gave a small nod to her. He couldn't exactly give a visible smile to those that displayed such emotions openly. But if one had worked with him in the mines there were little bits of twisting of masks or the drumming of fingers that could speak languages of their own. He felt his -arm- twitch again; her compliment rubbed him oddly and he didn't know why.
Your mask is pretty cool~
Standard issue, nothing special trust me...
The masked man chuckled gently his eyes sweeping "Anna" from head to toe. While his mask blocked his periphrial vision a bit, the effect was not the same when it came to things that were in front of him. Her second compiment caught him off-guard. She could tell it was a prostetic limb? She must have good senses compared to most that he met off the streets. Something felt different about her, maybe that's why he got that twitching sensation with his arm?
And so is your prosthesis. If I didn't touch it, I wouldn't have been able to guess.
Most can't to be fair, I don't take off my suit so most people can't see the obvious difference. Your sense must be sharp Anna. If you don't mind me asking what brings you to the park at such an hour?
He was rather curious, he could feel dimitri shifting on his shoulders again. The little goofball was leaning foreward staring at "anna" some more before giving yet one last call of his name sake before fluttering back over to the bench. He liked new people yes, but maybe he just wasn't feeling up to it today? The masked man sighed, the sound causing his gasmask to wheeze loudly.
֍ CREDIT: By Requiem of Remoor! |
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Post by nocturnal on Aug 23, 2014 17:18:49 GMT
HEY YOUNG BLOOD DOESN'T IT FEEL LIKE TIME IS RUNNING OUT? The more she looked at it, the more in love Aranya felt with the man's gasmask. It was so... so cool! The shining, pitch black material glistening even at night. Maybe metal, maybe something different. But it seemed so cold, unforgiving, merciless. The glowing blue, shuttered eyes that peered at her with absolutely no recognizable emotion, no hint of humanity or care for any living being. It was robotic. It was precise. It was deadly. And it didn't care.
"Then Anna I shall call you."
For a moment, Aranya was so transfixed by the mask that she momentarily forgot that she called herself Anna. 'Why would he call me that. That's not my name. Idiot...' For a while after that thought, enough time for it to be a bit awkward for anyone else but her, she stared unblinkingly at the mask. No hint of shame, no flicker of respect. It was just a full-on stare, her nearly neon blue eyes absorbing every single detail of the contraption.
"Standard issue, nothing special trust me..."
Blinking in response for the first time in countless moments, Aranya's back appendages twitched in slight irritation. It wasn't special? Yeah it was. It was a perfect representation of human beings. All the emotions that they showed were merely a mask. After all, how could the scientists go back to their families, love them, have dinner with their spouses, play with their children, while they experimented on a seemingly infinite amount of test subjects. To have them fight to the death. To have the humanity beaten out of them before it got a chance to fester and 'infect their future soldiers'. How ironic... that that lack of humanity led them to depend entirely on their partners to remind them that they were indeed human (at least for now). Ironic in how that that bond was the thing that destroyed their years and years of dedication to the research. "Well." she finally spoke, her voice full of good-natured humor, "I think it's amazing."
Going back to the way she was before mere milliseconds after, Aranya slowly and unconsciously reached her hand up to his 'face', wanting desperately to touch what seemed untouchable. The coldness that she had grown so familiar with. "I wanna touch it." she spoke childishly, almost as if she was a five year old demanding to put their grimy fingers on every single thing in stores as they shopped with their mothers. She didn't wait for permission, like a little, stubborn child. She didn't feel sorry, like a snot-nosed brat. Her fingers gently grazed against the cold material, enjoying the chill it sent down her arm. It was amazing, that mask. Maybe she should get one. However, the small amount of common sense that Aranya had was screaming at her. No normal person would just randomly touch some dude's mask without permission. So after around two seconds of touching his mask, memorizing how it felt against her finger tips, she backed off. Hardly willingly.
"Most can't to be fair, I don't take off my suit so most people can't see the obvious difference. Your sense must be sharp Anna."
Tilting her head, the Ariados Gijinka wondered if the man was blind. Giving him a funny look, as if he grew a second head, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Of course I have good senses... I mean... Just look at me." Stretching her appendages outwards, as if flaunting them, she grinned. "My sense of touch is at least five times greater than most humans~" Chuckling, she tucked them back in behind her. After all, why hide what she is? Gijinka and proud!
"If you don't mind me asking what brings you to the park at such an hour?"
That question caught her off guard. Blinking in surprise, she tilted her head the other way. How should she respond in this situation? Sighing, she decided to go with the half truth, definitely not a lie. Just in case he could sense lies. Some humans could, after all. Can't be too careful. A sad look came in her eyes as she spoke. "I lost someone special to me recently, so I have issues going to sleep..." Ugh. How pathetic did she have to pretend to be. She wasn't bothered by Sundan's death anymore. No no no no she wasn't. Nope. She didn't care. At all. ... What a lie.
She really missed him. Why did he have to go and die? That butthole. Leaving her alone.
What a jerk.
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Post by phil on Aug 27, 2014 2:51:55 GMT
Well.
A pause? Is there something wrong with...
I think it's amazing.
He didn't know how to respond to that, most people were off put by his mask. The gear that he continued to wear even though nothing happened day to day. He could hear the whispers, the confusion when people thought he wouldn't notice. But it was always there; following him around like he was some sort of freak. The worst part about it was that he enjoyed the strange atention. He didn't expect this sort of thing from someone off the street, much less what was going to happen next. He was still gathering his thoughts on how to respond to her previous statement.
I wanna to touch it.
He didn't have time to say no, he didn't have time to brush her hand away. All he could do was blink and jerk his head back a little. If he was armed he would of likely of had one of his hands go to the holster. But he wasn't; so all he could do was take a brief step back. A small part of hm wanted to lash out at the other, but that was quickly quelched by the more in reason part of him. Instead he would simply "berate" her for being too quick.
Most are put off by the damn thing. Don't know why. Next time wait for me to say yes if you please.
Of course I have good senses... I mean... Just look at me
He didn't know how he hadn't noticed them before, hell he must of not been paying close enough as it was. He turned his head slightly to check if dimitri was still sitting on the bench. The problem with the damn mask is the cutt off of periprhial vision. He didn't recognize what she was Gikinka'd with, nor did he care. But that made her much more dangerous than she probrably let on. Those that underwent the surgeries were something else completely. Her next statement which was followed by a chuckle confirmed his train of thought.
My sense of touch is at least five times greater than most humans~
He felt a slight twisting emotion in his gut when she revealed why she was out so late. He felt bad for asking, but he couldn't help but wonder about people especially when it was dark out. His breath made the gasmask wheeze loudly and he blinked underneath the emotionless covers. His hands unclenched, he could feel himself relaxing just a little bit. His voice was quiet, a small apologetic tone was placed within though the emotion was likely wasted for the both of them. He couldn't tell if he was actually sorry.
Ah. Sorry about that, If it makes you feel any better I know the pain. I know there's some meds for that sort of stuff if you cntinue to have issues with it?
Phil turned his head again as the sound of flapping grabbed his attention. He was put off balance by the sudden weight on his flesh shoulder; he could feel dimitri not purposefully put as much weight on the shoulder as before but it wsa still more than enough to throw him off.
And this one is the reason why I'm here. Too much attention during the day after all. I don't like that kind of attention either.
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Post by nocturnal on Sept 11, 2014 2:01:27 GMT
HEY YOUNG BLOOD DOESN'T IT FEEL LIKE TIME IS RUNNING OUT? Oh, this man was certainly entertaining! As her fingers brushed against the cool material, she could feel it in the air. His muscles tensing, his stiffened limbs freezing in surprise, like a Deerling in the headlights of an approaching truck, about to become a Pancakeling. The thought sent a shiver down her own spine, the taste for venison suddenly coming onto her tongue. Even though she couldn't see his face, Aranya could swear that Phil's eyes widened to the size of tennis balls. She could practically hear his surprise. Oh, how simple it was to get a reaction from him. Beautiful. To see her actions cause panic in another. To know that they simply cant control themselves around her. It was an intoxicating feeling, and she hungered for it. The emotion was her food, and she was starving. To say she was disappointed when he backed away from her was the understatement of the century.
"Most are put off by the damn thing. Don't know why. Next time wait for me to say yes if you please."
Raising an eyebrow, Aranya tilted her head. "But it's so cool!" she exclaimed, her confusion apparent. Who wouldn't love it? It was so sleek and stylish, something that a person would wear in the dead of night, when the monsters came out to play and the shadows danced like the beasts that roamed in nightmares. Oh how comforting that was, to know that there were others out there exactly like the Gijinka. Who loved to take lives like a chocoholic and an open bag of Hershey Kisses. No restraint, just a lust for the taste. The frigid mercilessness of death is what the mask represents. Pain, grief, anger, frustration, despair. Who wouldn't love it?
"Next time wait for me to say yes if you please."
Grinning mischievously, her appendages twitched with need. "Alright then~♪" she sing-songed, leaning onto the back of her heels, rolling on them a bit as she balanced smoothly. "Can I PLEASE touch your mask??" Humming happily, she shivered in anticipation, patiently (for her at least) waiting for his answer as she squirmed in her spot. Oh how she loved that mask.
"Ah. Sorry about that, If it makes you feel any better I know the pain. I know there's some meds for that sort of stuff if you continue to have issues with it?"s
A bitter smile eased onto her face, a distant look in her eyes as she thought about his words. All the pills she had taken, desperate for a blank, black get away. More and more, nearly to the point of an overdose. It never worked. Her Insomnia kept Aranya's body awake, even if she hopelessly wanted to fall asleep. All of those nights curled into her bed, hysterically yearning for Sundan to walk into their room as he had done hundreds of times before. To wish her a goodnight before calling it a day himself as they both drifted away into numb slumber. "Unfortunately..." she started, her eyes still staring, as if she was looking at something so far away, so unattainable, "I have already tried." The Gijinka didn't want to elaborate.
"And this one is the reason why I'm here. Too much attention during the day after all. I don't like that kind of attention either."
Eyes going to the bird, briefly skimming over its elegant form, Aranya could honestly say that she wasn't fond of it already. So nice. So kind. Innocent. Gentle. Filled to the brim with a childlike naivety. The Ariados couldn't remember when she was last like that. The scientists that had 'raised' her (if you could even call it that) didn't exactly believe in the little squirts having a childhood. The Articuno was a blatant reminder of what she never had but always wanted, and although she wasn't the kind of person that usually cared, however in her current mood there was an infinitesimal part of her that rejected the small bird. Disdain flashed in her eyes, too brief for any normal person to recognize, however it was soon replaced by a casual curiosity. "Oh? How adorable. What's it's name?"
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Post by phil on Sept 28, 2014 22:29:25 GMT
Something was wrong. In base there shouldn't be a reaction that followed like how she was. Most people were like he said put off by the mask. In fact he was even more surprised that she wasn't put of by the apperant metal limb. So many surprises. He was out of his comfort zone completely and that was -A- okay most of the time. Unless perhaps he was seeing the wrong side of things?
But it's so cool!
Her words stung his ears, they didn't make sense to him. Why would it be cool? He wore this out of nescesity and perhaps out of a fear of the unknown. [The latter he would never admit though] He felt his teeth grit and a frown caused the mask to twist slightly. His words died on his lips when she asked if she could touch his mask again. Why would it hurt? The voice of reason seemed to be gone. In fact he wasn't even sure why he even bothered saying that in the first place considering that she already had.
All right then
Can I PLEASE touch your mask?
Well.. Seeing as though you already have I don't see much of a reasons to say no.
The forthcoming sigh that he felt rushing out of his lungs ended up sounding more exasperated than it should of. His mechanical arm twitched some and he felt the nerves pinch. He was compltely thrown for a loop; he hadn't expected to run into anyone here this late nor run into someone like "Anna". A small frown broke his lips at the next part; she had already tried that sort of thing? All that could probrably of been left would of been seeing a proffesional and if she had already tried medications it'd of had to of come with a recomendation from someone like that.
Unfortunately...
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I have already tried.
I see. I'm sorry.
He saw her eyes go over to where Dimitri was sitting, now preening himself as though he knew that he was the center of attention at that moment. Phil felt a bit of disgust rise from that but he had to remind himself that the bird was as they all were at one point.... A child. The young articuno needed to be tempered and thankfully he had phil to do that. Her next question made him wonder if he had picked a proper name for the bird.
Oh? How adorable. What's it's name?
Dimitri. He's not as well behaved as my other two pokemon but he'll get there.
The ex-miner shrugged his shoulders that caused the mechanical limb to make a rather audible "KATCHUNK" sound. Phil froze and glanced to the limb, last time it had made that noise was when it was first installed; the joints still needed work but there wasn't much he could do about that now was there?
What about you? Got any of your own?
Phil could feel himself fidget with his non mechanical hand, why was he so put off? What was making this more uncomfortable than it should be? He didn't like people nor did he like females specifically. But this "Anna" seemed to not be inluded in that "Dislike batch". He let his eyebrows drop low as he made the next suggestion seeing as though she liked the masks well enough.
I'd offer my spare if it wasn't custom tailored. Though I think one of them is roughly your size for when I was younger....
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